One day, maybe in 10 years, 20 years, or even tomorrow, you’ll find yourself eating a scrumptious desert whether it be a muffin, soufflé or whatever, only to find that all the powdered sugar has been replaced with raw unprocessed flour. ‘Oh, it’s fine.’ You’ll think to yourself, but 3 days later you will wake up at 9:17PM and feel your stomach cramping and aching. The next day you will see a doctor, only for them to diagnose you with fatal E. Coli poisoning. So when you’re on your death bed, after saying all your sweet farewells to your family, friends, and childhood sweetheart, I will materialise at your bed side, holding a pre-grated cheddar grilled cheese sandwich. I will hold this sandwich half a foot in front of your face. Stunned, you’ll just stare thinking ‘Why the fuck is this guy holding a pre-grated cheddar grilled cheese sandwich exactly half a foot away from my face?’ But then you remembered this comment, this Neanderthal, troglodytic comment, and you’ll realise why. As soon as the revelation hits you, the last slither of your worthless life will leave your body, and the last thing you’ll ever see is my shitty pre-grated cheddar grilled cheese sandwich half a foot in front of your face, and you’ll think ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have insulted that guys sandwich on Reddit.’ Before dropping dead. Your face will be at a 37 degree angle to the bed, staring up at my sandwich. I will then place the sandwich on your face. Watch yourself, motherfucker.